Christian Bale is on Fresh Air today!
'Potential'
Natter 36: But We Digress...
Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, duct tape, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.
I am trying to be much more focused on size and feeling, rather than weight.
I was weighed everyday of college and the weight was always never what my coaches wanted, so I developed compulsive weighing myself issues and decided it best to not have them around (thank dog that is the only issue I developed).
I still think of myself as my college graduation weight, but really is cuurently 17 lbs more than that, shape is 2-4 inches different depending on where. I am still learning to accept that my body parts are shifting and falling all without consulting me.
I'm overweight. And I'd be bothered by it. Except I'm generally not. I was weighed in college and had both my weight and my percentage of body fat posted in the locker room in the atheletic department. Weekly.
I was the official fatgirl. That was 30+ pounds ago and I get angry when I think about how much I worried then.
I worry more about the acne.
No more paper!
I feel you kat. I'd kill for my college/high school body.
OTOH, if I'm going to kill, I might as well aim high and ask for Gina Torres' body
I'd kill for my college/high school body.
Oh, yeah . . .
I am still learning to accept that my body parts are shifting and falling all without consulting me.
Over the weekend, I was talking to a friend who has a ten-month-old, and she's finally coming to terms with the fact that most of her old clothes will never fit her again, no matter what she weighs. Ah well.
Timelies,
Why must there be Mondays? I think the world would be better if it were Monday-less.
I'd kill for my college/high school body.
Weighing 190lbs again would be nice. At the moment I'd be happy if I could get back down to 220.
I wouldn't kill for my high school body or my college body. But I'd love to be capable of what I used to be able to do (a standing back flip, walking on my hands down the hallway, ariel cartwheels, etc.).
...she's finally coming to terms with the fact that most of her old clothes will never fit her again, no matter what she weighs.
See, I remain stupidly optimistic that I will one day be able to fit back into the couple of boxes of trousers I still have stashed in the attic. Of course, I need to find at least three hours a day to do the yoga in order to make it happen, but who knows?
Right now I'm growing out of my maternity pants. Now that is a whole new realm of scary.
My high school body couldn't do what I need it to now. I'm not sure about the body I had in my 20s. It didn't start to grow in the right places until 5 years ago. I just wish I healed like a younger person.